The Grave That Would No Die
Don’t even think about going to the Renaissance Cemetery they said.
That is where they dug up the grave that should have been dead.
But the grave is alive and speaks to you if you listen hard.
Most of the people who have heard were caught truly off guard.
I had not heard of this grave but there was no way to keep me out.
I wanted to go at midnight, so I did with a skip, hop, and shout.
I was excited and glad and could not wait to find the right place.
I am over here, the grave whispered, almost right in my face.
My body turned cold, and my hair stood straight up on end.
Even though I felt he was not an enemy, rather a friend.
Do you have bones inside? I asked the grave, a coffin so gray.
He nodded his head, and then whisked me away.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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